The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The cold does not seep in; it sits. It occupies the hollow of your spine like a guest who has forgotten to leave. You sit on the stone bench in the center of the square, your hands folded over the crook of your staff. The wood is worn smooth, a pale ribbon of ash that has lost its bark. It is the only thing in this town that feels soft to the touch, a memory of a life before the stones turned...

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